Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Estonia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Associates to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mad Mike record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Masters at Work,
Section 25,
Donald Byrd,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kerri Chandler,
Pantytec,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Techniques,
Fad Gadget,
Eric Dolphy,
Mo-Dettes,
The Barracudas,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eden Ahbez,
Carl Craig,
Audionom,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Scrapy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rhythm & Sound,
Isaac Hayes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Robert Hood,
New York Dolls,
Basic Channel,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Iggy Pop,
Blancmange,
Guru Guru,
Lou Reed,
Peter and Kerry,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ultimate Spinach,
Trumans Water,
Davy DMX,
Yazoo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Negative Approach,
Theoretical Girls,
Fatback Band,
Fear,
Babytalk,
Second Layer,
Radio Birdman,
Blossom Toes,
Maleditus Sound,
Ossler,
Soul II Soul,
Vladislav Delay,
Franke,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Cameo,
Minor Threat,
The Remains,
Oneida,
The Shadows of Knight,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Angry Samoans,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.